In open fields of wild flowers,
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she breathes the air and flies away
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She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
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in no simple language
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Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
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He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
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As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
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Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
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Someday He'll call her and she will come running
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and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,
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"I want to fall in love with You"
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Sitting silent wearing Sunday best
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The sermon echoes through the walls
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A great salvation through it calls to the people
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who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls
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He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
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As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
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Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
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Someday He'll call us and we will come running
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and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,
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"I want to fall in love with You"
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It seems too easy to call you "Savior",
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Not close enough to call you "God"
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So as I sit and think of words I can mention
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to show my devotion
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"I want to fall in love with You"
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"my heart beats for You"
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Love Song For A Savior
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Jars Of Clay |